User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20170526150430/@comment-3094815-20170729092417

Giving Abigail and Dalton a pat, Dennjon took a sip of stew. "Yer a right artist, ain't yer, Dalton?"

The air quieted as the rain stopped and the moon lent its light to the dew-studded grass.

"Sleep soon, mates. It'll be a long trek tomorrer." Dennjon said, finishing his stew.

Bedrolls were rolled out and beasts settled down for the night, their hearts filled with excitement and a wonder at the new lands they would travel come the new day.